Disclaimer: I thought we've been through this. I don't own anything that belongs to JK Rowling. So there.

A/N: Thanks to Aine Torrosso (sorry if I spelled that wrong) for giving me the first constructive criticism. And someone please tell me how to get italics and bold up here! ;)

Hermione and Ginny were in the kitchen when it happened. The house shook slightly, and a clap of thunder rent the air. A humming sound took over their ears until it reached such a pressure that the women could only gasp. When the humming subsided Ginny clung weakly to the table, while Hermione wiped her limp bangs from her forehead.

Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and ran up the stairs three at a time. When they got there all that remained of Korina was a clean plate and fork, and a silver hairclip she had removed earlier. Ginny sank down onto a pouf, her hands over her mouth. Hermione paced the floor anxiously. "There has to be some logical explanation for this!" Hermione yelled in frustration. Ginny smiled in spite of herself. "Does there?" She inquired, amused. "Well, no, but there has to be some explanation. She doesn't have a wand, she isn't brilliant enough to teach herself to Apperate by will, and I doubt she is hiding from us."

Ginny gave a cry as she realized Harry's trunk was glowing. No, that wasn't right, the name Sirius was glowing, with a steady silver light. Ginny reached out to touch it- and Hermione snatched her hand away. "Are you mad?" She hissed fiercely. "You don't even know why it's shining!" Ginny's eyes brimmed over. "I'm s-s-sorry," she sobbed. Hermione's face softened. "It's okay, Gin. We just need to find out what it is first."

Ginny nodded. "Maybe it, you know, sucked her in!" Hermione blanched at the thought. "She could be.Hang on, that's it! Glow..Glow.Silver..Hmmm" Her face knotted with concentration, and Ginny had the sense to stay quiet. "It activated itself! Remember, Gin, seventh year, when Harry and you found V-Voldemort inside the school? When he escaped, Sirius had his trunk for.safe keeping, and Harry always complained after that that his socks were pink. Pink and silver mist together is only one thing! Summoning charms and portkeys put together! And Harry never ever used the trunk after the end of seventh year!"

Ginny regarded Hermione, breathless with excitement. "You know, Herm, you might have a point!" The two women immediately began searching through the zillions of books for a way of getting Korina back.

A/N.I have to go on because this chapter would be so short..

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Korina landed with a sickening jolt in a dark hallway, with odd,
powerful looking markings etched on the walls, shining brightly gold. She
heard voices. This has got to be the weirdest day of my entire life!
Thought Korina, a trifle sulkily. Poof. I'm a witch and a
metagorphthingamawhoozit. "Ro-on. We've been through this!" The voice was
light, male, and sounded strained, sad, and frustrated all at once.
"Hermione, Ginny, and the baby are probably dead, and most likely have
been for years! Sirius was out of his mind when he hid them, the yemnancy
charm proves that."

Korina snuck closer, intrigued. So this might be her parent's
friend. "I know, mate, but I can't help thinking that Charm was wrong. I
just. Well, he's dead now. So I can't dwell on it. But." The second voice
was deeper, mournful, and Korina edged closer, to get a look at these
people. They were obviously wizards; maybe they had called her here by
accident? Korina shrugged. Anything was possible now. "Come on, Harry"
Korina suddenly remembered that was her father's name. "One more go at
it. Your powers are almost limitless."

There was a crackling energy filling the hall, the runes and
marks shone silver, then faintly pink, then silver again, before fading
to gold abruptly. "Ron." Korina had to strain to hear the hoarse whisper.
"There's someone in here. I can feel it." Korina caught her breath, and
withdrew into the shadows. The wall actually thrust her away, into the
dim glow of fire and candles, and two very familiar faces looking
bemused. The redhead's face contorted.

"I thought those markings kept people out!" he hissed. But Harry
wasn't listening, he was looking at the small, skinny, raven haired girl
in front of him who looked at him with wide blue eyes, that slowly
changed to green. Bright green. Her hair changed to a soft red-blond,
then back to black. Her eyes remained focused on him, pinning him to the
seat. Then the girl spoke.

"Are you- are you- my dad?" Her voice was soft and fluttery, just
like his Ginny's used to be. Ron started visibly. "She talks like Gin."
It was a magical moment, the shining firelight, and the tears running
down Harry's face, tears that hadn't fallen since fifth year. "Who. Who
are you?" Ron croaked. The girl turned to him, looking through his eyes.

"Kylie-Korina Wat-Potter."

Harry gleefully looked at his daughter, off to Hogwarts, happy and, most importantly, His. Harry Potter had a daughter. And she was beautiful. And a wife. She was beautiful too.

Ron had his Hermione. They married after everything and were happy.

The end. I hope you enjoyed this fic because I got really sick of it. So
there you have it. And please don't tell me I shouldn't stop there,
because I am so ready to give up right now. And it works for me.